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Mini Marvel School Roleplay

[Oh yes, I do miss their budding romance going on! :) We could totally do that, like maybe a little scene of them just even walking down the hall or somethng :) How about we finish this scene up, and then we can fast forwad to a mini one of Erin and Zeke--their ship name is Zerin I have decided xD]

Zeke

"Of coarse I'll come with!" Zeke didn't hesitate in answering, hopping off of his bed and smiling wildly. This was exactly what he needed! And who was better than Sera? That's right; no one.

"C'mon Trist, you gotta." He added, elbowing the kid good naturedly. Zeke wasn't too rough, though; no, he did not want to like, break his arm or something. Zeke paused in his encouragement, though, tilting his head slightly as he glanced over at Sera.

"So how are we going to exactly sneak out? Aren't there teachers on parole during the night or whatever?" Zeke questioned, distinctly remembering reading about that in the syllabus he was handed. Abruptly, a throat was cleared, and Amedeus shimmered into focus.

"That's where I would come in." The boy explained in that quiet voice of his. Zeke jumped again, so not used to the eerie reappearances and disappearance of Amedeus yet. He doubted he would ever be. He was very calm as he addressed Zeke, before he slightly smiled. It was a smile that could be taken as a friendly one, or a creepy one. Zeke tried not to take it as the latter. Key word; tried.

"I've only done this a few times before..."De murmured, before reaching out his hand. It vanished, leaving his arm with out a hand, before it came close to Sera. And then suddenly, Sera's shoulder was gone. As if De had spread an invisible serem onto her!

"Whoa!" Zeke exclaimed, taking an amazed step back as his eyes widened. Amedeus looked rather smug at his acheivement, shrugging.

"I've been working on 'sharing' my power, and so far, it's great." He expalined, before pulling his hand away and letting Sera's shoulder reappear."Does it feel funny, Sera?" De asked as an afterthought.

(Is that okay? I really do love the idea of him being able to share his invisibility xD If not, it's all good :) ]

((That sounds like a plan. Zerin- that's too adorable. Ach, I can't wait until they have a moment to reveal their secrets. :))

Tristan/Sera

Sera grinned at Zeke's affirmation, and leaned over to give him a brief hug. She would've hugged Tristan as well, but she happened to know how much he disliked being touched by anyone. As it was, he took Zeke's nudge with a good natured smile.

Amedeus's appearance, however, startled him as four of the invisible boy's probabilities bloomed into existence along with him. Tristan jumped more than Zeke had, and became white as a sheet. He rubbed at his temples. So many people- and after curfew too.

Sera's eyes flew open in shock as she looked at her invisible shoulder. "Bloody h.ell," she murmured, "That's unnatural. She touched her shoulder once he let go, as if to make sure that it was really still there although it was then visible.

"You've been practicing," she noticed out loud, "Last time you tried, you couldn't vanish an apple, could ye." She speculatively examined the little group- awkward Tristan who still looked like he was deciding whether or not to come, the elated Zeke, and the ever mysterious Amedeus.

And me. Well, this is a group if I've ever seen one.

Their odds of getting out of the school unnoticed increased with Amedeus. Just to make sure, Sera asked Tristan, who was the ultimate probability generator for these kinds of things, she found. Tristan tilted his head slightly to one side. "There's a very good chance that we won't get caught. 89%" he added, albeit slightly reluctant. He felt now obliged to tag along.

"So, we can literally walk right out of the front doors," Sera looked to Amedeus for affirmation.

((No problem! I figured as much, and was just keeping this from being lost. :) And Im just going to go ahead and hurry them outside, if that's alright with you.))

Sera/Tristan

Tristan's predictions turned out to be correct, and with Amedeus shielding them from the view of patrolling teachers and the odd camera. The one thing Sera was really worried about was if the Professor picked up on their thoughts while sneaking out. Then they'd have no excuse for being out of bed. But that couldn't be prevented, seeing as there were no telepathy in their little group.

Actually, for all I know, Zeke could be a telepath, she couldn't help thinking at some point. Zeke hadn't revealed his ability yet, and Sera had determinedly kept her mouth st tight despite her curiosity. She trusted Tristan's reserved personality to keep him from inquiring, as well as Amedeus.

Once they were outside, Sera snuck a sideways glance at Zeke. His emerald eyes reflected the brightly lit street lamps, and he looked as if he hadn't a care in the world. But that's easy enough to do, if you're careful enough.

Tristan looked considerably more at ease once they got out of the school, but he kept shooting fretful glances behind him, as if fearful that some teacher would come running out after them. He couldn't help but feel eve tough he was the youngest there, he perhaps had the most common sense at this point.

Sera laughed and spun in a circle with her arms outstretched, feeling an irrational urge to take off her gloves for a bit. The air was crisp, but not cold enough yet for jackets, and there was an odd sense of freedom in being somewhere you shouldn't be. "Don't you love it?" She asked of no one in particular, "the lights, the noise- who knew breaking rules could be so fun. C'mon, let's go find ourselves an opera, shall we?"

If sneaking out of the school was as easy as that, Zeke was going to have no trouble making trouble here. It was an odd feeling, being invisible, though. It reminded him of reading Harry Potter and always wishing he could have his Invisibility Cloak. Except, Amedeus just extended his power, which was extremely powerful in itself.

By the time they were entirely out of the school, no one tossed them a second glance. After all it was New York, and at night. If anyone thought it was weird for a group of teens to be out and about, no one stopped them. That didn't mean Zeke wasn't keeping an eye out for any police, though. That was the last thing any of them needed.

"Good thing we're right across the street from Central Park." Amedeus said thoughtful. Zeke couldn't help but to nod in agreement; De felt somewhat satisfied at the approval received from him. A lot of the people regarded Amedeus as a ghost, considering he was one of the first people to arrive there. Just on a doorstep, knowing his name but nothing else about his past. A small shiver threatened to chill up his spine, but De just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.

"If this is your idea of fun, Sera, we're gunna have tons of it." Zeke replied to her as they began to make their way across the seat. Her enthusiasm was contagious; so much, that Zeke was grinning widely as well. She was held a certain spark inside of her that reminded Zeke very much of flickering candle. Not something he would ever create. No, Zeke could never imagine Sera, of all people, losing control. He mentally swatted the thoughts away once they reached the entrance to the South Side of the park.

"I think our best chance of sneaking in would be some more invisibility." Amedeus offered, raising a brow." I know it must feel odd to all of you, but I think we all want to listen to this, right?"

Sera was glad she included the guys. There was something about sharing fun that made it better than doing things alone. "I know," she said, her mouth bending upwards, "All the more tempting to break the rules." It was incredibly convenient that the park was close. With Amedeus, the possibilities for after curfew jaunts were virtually limitless.

Tristan didn't like being in the city much, but he didn't want to put a damper on the evening, so he kept his feelings on the matter to himself, and contented himself with fidgeting with his glasses. "If anyone particularly cares, I hope this sneaking out thing doesn't become too much of a habit," Tristan blinked owlishly behind his glasses, and his tone was more amused than reprimanding, "Too much fun could really be dangerous."

Sera laughed, not quite sure if he was serious or sarcastic- with Tristan, it was often difficult to tell. The group reached the small sectioned off area of the park, where the strains of music could already be heard. They missed the beginning, and probably wouldn't be able to stay for the entire thing, but it was really the music that counted.

Security was nothing more than a circle of rope and a few scattered people on the outskirts. The person collecting tickets at the front table was held in rapt attention by their cellular device. Sera turned to Amedeus with a sly grin.

Zeke couldn't deny the feeling of weirdness upon being invisible again. But it was so worth it. Once they made it in (it was very easy to reappear in the dark night where it was tough to see things because of the shadows anyways), another feeling nestled inside of him. The feeling of...contentness.

Which was wrong. Wrong because he didn't deserve contentness. Anything but that! But, it was hard to feel anything but that as he watched Sera smile, and even Tristan and Amedeus have a good time. He sat next to Sera, on the end of their little group far away from the crowd of people atop a hill. That way, they were secluded in a way, in their own little bubble of friendship.

The music was great to listen too. Even if he was with company, he was with good company, De thought. Being gifted with the power of invisibility, it wasn't hard to feel unnoticed, or go forgotten. But the people he was with now--at least Tristan and Sera--never seemed to forget about him. And even if Amedeus didn't have a lot figured out about himself, he did know one thing for sure; he liked not being forgotten about.

Then abruptly, at the break of a magnificant flute solo, a small flicker of light became visible at the end of their group. Amedeus blinked, not recollecting anyone bringing matches. It took a momnt for him to put two and two together; the flame was coming from the very tip of Zeke's forefinger, a small flicker of dancing flame.

"And this," Zeke whispered very softly to them, is eyes trained on the small source of light coming from him,"Is my gift, guys." The way he said "gift" implied something else, before he closed his fist and smiled maybe a little too brightly, the beginnings of regret beginning to color the shadow of his green eyes."Call me Inferno." Zeke lightly explained, before shrugging.

((Would you mind terribly if we ended their night here? It seems like a good place. They're all so happy for once, in the same place. It's so cute. ^^ (And Amedeus is giving me so many feels. :))

Sera/Tristan

Sera sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, listening with an upturned face to the soaring music. Tristan was more of a contemplative listener, his brow slightly furrowed as if he were attempting to find pentatonic patterns in the flying music. It was strange, what could happen in a day.

Before, she, Amedeus, and Tristan could've been defined as friends, but what they really needed was someone to tie them all together, someone like Zeke. Truth to be told, she hadn't done something fun like this since she came to America. With other people, no less. It was so completing, so enjoyable, she wanted it to last forever.

But all things come to an end, eventually.

Sera opened her eyes at the small disturbance to her right, where Zeke was sitting. The show of fire initially led her to think of a lighter, but it was Zeke who was making the fire. Out of nothing. At first, she felt a ridiculous surge of pride- they had successfully made Zeke comfortable enough to show them that, which Sera felt was a feat in itself, considering the darkening in his eyes which did not escape her notice.

"That," Sera said seriously, "was one of the most amazing beautiful things I've seen at this school yet." She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, as the entra'acte began to conclude, "You, Mr. Zeke Braverman are chock full of wonderful mysteries, aren't you?"

[ Oh yes, that's fine :) Since our scenes don't really have a plot per se, they kind of just have to depend on emotional stuff to build it up. Shall we fast forward to a scene with Zeke and Erin? Or maybe just one with James and Amedeus? Even Rose and Sera would be interesting, or maybe even Micah and Tristan! The possibilities are endless, really. :) And thank you. Amedeus is one of my most mysterious characters yet--even I don't know his past yet o.o ]

((A Zeke and Erin would be really fun, and then we can do the Amedeus and James thing. You're right, there are so many directions we could go with this. These characters are just too fun. Would you like to set the scenery for Zeke and Erin?))

It was funny, how the new students always ended up sitting alone. Especially someone as beautiful as Erin herself, lounging in the corner of the cafeteria. How could Zeke possibly resist the pull of such a siren call? Exactly; he didn't at all.

"What is a beauty like you doing sitting alone? Zeke introduced himself with his usual suave, flashing a grin as he set his tray of pizza and salad on the table and promptly sat across from her. He could almost feel the eyes follow him, and he marveled in the thought that they were interesting enough to capture everyone's attention. Pft. Pathetic."Please don't tell me you've forgotten my name." Zeke added in mock hurt, slightly jutting his lower lip in a pout."I haven't forgotten yours, Erin."

Erin had been rather dejectedly peeling an orange, the sharp fingers of her metal hand slicing easily through the peel, bored out of her mind. School was so unbelievably mind numbingly boring, that if it weren't for some of the people in the school, she would've skipped out as soon as possible.

But Zeke, sliding into the seat in front of her, reminded her of one of the reasons why she was staying. Erin arched one of her thick brows. "Would you rather I go find some other cute guy to sit next to?" She said with a quirk to her lips.

"I don't know," she said, exaggeratingly speculative, "Let me think...." She rolled her eyes and threw a piece of orange peel at him, "Of course I haven't forgotten. I mean, it may be all wires and what not up here but I think I would remember the name of the greatest flirt I've ever met-" Erin paused a bit for a bit of dramatic effect, "-Zeke."

"Did you just call me 'cute'?" Zeke asked, feigning insult as he began to open his milk. Despite all the rumors about bad American cafeteria cuisine, he rather liked the school lunches. "Surely I deserve more that that. Perhaps 'Adonis-like' or something." His smile was that of a boy who would kiss you twice at a party, and would give the same one as you passed in the hallways.

"Are there really wires up there?" Zeke added as an afterthought, taking a bite of his pizza speculatively."I highly doubt that." He admitted, swallowing before he glanced around. There were still the gazes of people watching them, trying to maybe catch a snipet of conversation. His green eyes returned to Erin again, bright and mischevious in color.

"I do appreciate you remembering my name, though. Most just forget it. Not the face though." He smiled widely, before continuing to eat his lunch.

"You heard me correctly, boy," she said, peeling away two sections of the orange, pretending to give Zeke a discriminating look, "You sir, have a narcissistic complex. Please. You'll remain cute until Friday, and then we'll how eighteen looks on you." If only, if only.

It didn't help that Zeke's smile was attractively beguiling, and slightly disconcerted with the attention, she drew her eyes away. Which didn't ate succeed, seeing as most of the surrounding people had their eyes- and no doubt ears as well, trained on them. Mindless morons.

It was people like them that made her really believe she could do her job here. And then it was people like Zeke who made her stop and question her actions. She hated it, and loved it, and didn't know if she wanted to smash the feeling out of existence or embrace it.

"Why not?" Erin shrugged, the conversation looping back to her, "Wires and shiny metal pretty much every where else, why not my noggin?" She grinned, suddenly, "Kind of glad my head's made of sterner stuff though, else I'd be dead in a week." Considering some of the crazy stunts she had pulled before, it wasn't much of a stretch.

Still, Erin was mollified that Zeke doubted that had chips and wires instead of brains. He thinks too highly of me. Doubt he'd really think so if he really knew.

"Oh now I am downgraded to 'boy'? Not even my given name?" Zeke asked, trying really hard to appear upset this time as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in a puff, like a child being given an unfair scolding. The teasing was in his eyes, though; they glimmered like the stars deep set in the ink black sky. Except, instead of ink black, the backdrop was a steadfast foresty green.

Funny how I don't even really know how I got my name. Zeke thought to himself faintly, before he focused in on Erin again. She really was too pretty for her own good, wasn't she? Sure, some people might be put off my the snappy attitude, or crazy long metal for finger nails, but none of those things could keep Zeke at bay.

Afterall, I'm a murderer and she doesn't keep away. Then again, no one does. Because no one knows, and if anyone did, I would be treated exactly how I deserved to be treated; a monster. But I am worse than just a monster, because I am a cowardly one at that. The inscessant reverie pounded through Zeke's head, and out of mental habit, he surged on through other thoughts. Especially since she mentioned the day of doom...also known as Friday....[I'm assuming this scene is when Erin very first appeared...? If that is okay with you.]

"Ah, you're surely more than wires and shiny metal." Zeke insisted, straightening up as he quirked a bronzen brow. It vanished underneath the constant fringe upon his forehead. He stared at her for a moment, taking in that sentence. It was true; Erin held a certain glint in her metallic eyes of hers that ver much reminded Zeke of what he saw in his whenever he faced his reflection (which he tried to keep as minimal as possible.) He blinked, before holding out his hand."Okay, cough it up. What's your schedule, my love?"

((Actually, I had assumed it was somewhere around Tuesday ish, after Erin had visited Zeke in the infirmary. But the first day works as well.))

Erin

Erin looked at Zeke's petulant posture, and her mouth moved as if she was trying hard not to smile. Being around Zeke though, that was an extra difficult challenge. Truthfully, 'boy' wasn't such an ill fitting title for Zeke, Erin thought to herself. No completely grown and mature person could contain such a mischievious look.

"Hm," she said drily, "I think I'll let you find that out for yourself." And he'd be disappointed if he was expecting anything other than wires and shiny metal, because as far as Erin was concerned, there wasn't much else too her.

"Okay, okay, Im not purposely holding out on you or anything," she groused, wiggling around to reach into her pocket for the schedule she had distractedly folded up into a small rectangle. "Here you are, darling. Go crazy," she said loftily, tossing the paper wad into his outstretched hand.

"Don't expect that I'll actually turn up for most of those classes anyways," she added, her eyes glittering, "After all, who goes to a boarding school for mutants to take math class?" Erin snorted indelicately.

[Hm, that timeline actually makes more sense ^.^ Let's actually go with that lol just kind of been playing it by year]

Zeke

"Is that a challenge or an invitation?" Zeke asked, his expression usually one that would make a blush arise out of girls cheeks. That was one of Zeke's favorite things to do; to make a girl blush. He had a feeling that it would take a lot to get that reaction out of Erin, though. More than a lot.

With deft fingers, he easily unfolded it, curiously examining he classes. It was easy to find what classes they had together; sadly, only two out of the seven. And that was math, and training gym. He couldn't help but to snort after her, flicking it back.

"Finally. Someone who wants to do more than just learn here. Zeke sighed dramatically, before leaning over the table conspiratorially. This close, he could see the distinct streak of navy in her hair, the metallic structure of her eyes.

"I like rebels very much. More so if they're attractive cyborgs." He spoke with an airiness, but there was honesty within the compliment. "So, what do ya say, Erin? Would you like to be my partner in crime?"

((Alright. :) By the way, I finally got a sketch of mine finished and put on tumblr, of our characters as their younger counterparts. Still not quite pleased with the way I draw Zeke, but I do enjoy Amedeus. :))

Erin

Erin smiled slyly, looking downright mischievious, instead of appearing properly wooed. "Take it any way you want," she propped her head up on her hand, "But think of it as a little bit of both." She reflexively slipped out of her casual posture to catch her schedule, where it found its way to the bottom of her pocket to be forgotten again.

Erin found it interesting that there were people like Zeke who went to school, but still held it in the same view she did. Why did they keep on coming? Going through the motions? Ach, don't even begin to try and understand normal people. It'll just give you a headache.

"So, meet many attractive cyborgs? I'm offended- I though I was one of a kind," she said with false indignance, "That, or you have very specific standards set for your partners-in-crime. That being said, since I suppose I obviously fill the requirements, I would love to be your partner in crime." Erin paused for a dramatic effect, "Especially- if it involves creating mayhem."

[YEEEES! That just made my day :') What's your URL again? I believe I'm following you but just in case I'm not lol)

Zeke

"Oh, you are one of a kind." Zeke reassured, nodding with that twinkle in his eyes again. Erin was just too much fun. Too. Much. Fun.

And hey, don't I need a little fun in my life?

"So it's settled. You will help me with my next prank, coming up Friday." Zeke decided, holding out a tan hand to shake hers. Was her skin soft, or smooth like metal? He briefly wondered, before the bell rang. Many students began to get up, but Zeke didn't want to move anytime soon.